"Cruel?" asked Bob with a gulp. "Uh... Perhaps the others might need me? You'd best drop me off with them."

"Well, have it your way, then," sighed Lizy. He led the way to the main floor of Castle where they met up with Chubby and Speedy.

"The battle is going rather well," exclaimed Speedy, "Better than an elephant knitting a sweater!"

"There's no time for this!" Lizy pointed out. "We need to get to the front lines of the battle!"

"Most of the battle is on the next floor," explained Speedy, "That means they're only a floor away from the throne room and Cruel! I'd go with you, but I'm in charge of the refreshments!"

"Refreshments?" asked Lizy, "Don't you mean reinforcements?"

"No, don't be silly!" exclaimed Speedy, "Our troops and Cruel's troops are going to have a party after the battle. But don't tell Cruel! He'd never let us get away with it..."

"Who said I would let you get away with it?" asked Lizy, somewhat dazed. "Anyhow, I suppose Bob will be no help to me at this time, so I'd better bring Chubby. Bob! My sword!"

"I'll help like you've never seen anyone help before!" said the slow thinking, battle-knowledgable Chubby.

"To be sure..." moaned Lizy catching his sword. "C'mon! We haven't time to spare... not much anyhow."

The duo headed up the stairs, expecting a battle, but all they found was...